[Dm]So many men think that I am theirs
When I sit with [Dm]them, when I drink with them.
[Dm]Nothing compares to all that was shared
Between you and [Dm]I, between you and I.
[Gm]Snow [Am]falls on the [Dm]mountain of [C]Sliabh Uí [Dm]Fhloinn,
And my [Gm]love is [Am]like [Dm]sloe-blo[C]ssom on the [Dm]blackthorn.
[Dm]So many men reach for the highest branch
To find the bitter [Dm]fruit, to find the bitter fruit,
When [Dm]close within reach of the hand lies the sweetest berry
On the lowest [Dm]branch, on the lowest branch.
[Gm]Snow [Am]falls on the [Dm]mountain of [C]Sliabh Uí [Dm]Fhloinn,
And my [Gm]love is [Am]like [Dm]sloe-blo[C]ssom on the [Dm]blackthorn.
